Chapter 29 Goddess #2
For the first time since he’d kidnapped me, my blood flickered as though I’d been scented by a predator. He looked like he would eat me. I wanted him to eat me.
My core pulsed again.
He sat back and slid upward, so that now I was on my back against the tub wall, his body situated between my legs. His hands and eyes traced the outline of my entire body. My breasts, my shoulders, my arms, my ribcage. His fingers quivered.
From desire, I thought. But also reverence. He worshiped me. Was preparing to worship me.
And I was going to let him. I wanted to be worshiped.
No, more than that. I deserved it.
Still, I found my cheeks heating up. I had never been looked at like that before. I found myself pressing my knees together, turning my face away.
“Don’t,” Hades whispered, surprised. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
“Stop.”
“I can’t believe you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to touch you.
” He pressed forward into me. Moved his mouth down my breasts again.
Every hair on my body rose in desperation.
I wound my hands into his hair. My clitoris was throbbing harder, my core impossibly hot against his body as he sank against me.
Oh, gods, he was so fucking close to me.
Unable to resist, I worked my hand down his body and thrilled at the hissing noise he made through his teeth.
I wanted my hand on his cock. Wanted to mouth at it through his soaked leather trousers the way he was mouthing at me through the negligée.
“Every night I’ve had to watch you tossing and turning in my bed,” he sighed. “It was Hell, goddess, keeping my hands to myself. Knowing that under my blankets, you were wearing this…”
He tugged the plunging, scalloped neckline of the negligée down.
My left breast slipped free. Hades actually sighed at the sight.
My blood thrilled. He stroked me reverently with his fingertips, then his lips.
I gasped. When he opened his mouth and put his tongue on the round heavy flesh of my breast, I nearly sobbed with relief.
At that barest sound from me, Hades snapped. He dug his hands into my hips and dragged me forward. I cried out.
And now he was working me, working his hands against my thighs and ass again, kneading me until my muscles melted with heat and longing, those same hands roaming like spiders up to my breasts and stroking, squeezing, flicking, while his mouth played over first my naked breast and then the clothed one, until I was writhing in the water under his hands and mouth, desperately wrapping my legs around his hips, seeking out the hard length of his cock through his clothes with my hand. Nngh, there it was.
At the press of my hand, Hades growled and ground into me.
I gasped. He was so thick. Fuck, I wanted him.
He was hard as a fucking rock. His cock twitched deliciously.
I slid my hand down his waistband, ran my fingers along his hard length.
Hades moaned. He worked the negligée up and over my head — I had to stop touching his cock for him to do it, which was terrible — and threw it off to the side.
“That thing haunts my dreams,” he murmured.
“That time you were sprawled on the floor in this, looking at my cock. Fuck.”
“I’ll do more than look at it if you take your gods-damned clothes off,” I whispered. I wanted him to fuck me. Here, in the tub. Over there, by the brazier. Over there, against the wall. In his bedroom. On the floor of the reservoir. In the throne room. On the shore of the Lake.
Hades smirked a little. He pulled back. Drank me in with those glazed, hungry eyes.
Then he clambered out of the tub. I gasped at the shock of cold air and his absence. “You son of a bitch, get back here —”
But he was already reaching into the tub, picking me up in his classic bridal carry and carrying me over to the door. For a wild second I thought he was taking me outside to fuck me in the saltwater pool. But he put me down and laid a warm, fluffy towel beside the brazier and laid me on the towel.
I closed my eyes, sighing, at the silky heat from the brazier. Hades knelt before me. He tucked his fingers between my knees and pressed my thighs open. Wide open.
He still had his trousers on.
The slickness from my own body was almost embarrassing. I wanted to press my knees back together.
Hades lowered himself to the towel between my knees. He stroked the curly hair between my thighs, brushing it reverently upward, like a curtain. It was somehow even more intimate than what he’d just done with my breasts.
I couldn’t breathe.
With his thumbs, gently, so gently, he opened my labia.
He hardly had to do anything. I could feel myself opening to him like a flower. Dripping.
“So pretty,” he murmured, almost to himself.
“So fucking pretty.” His voice was almost broken.
He breathed in the scent, let out a shuddering exhale, pressed his face into me and inhaled again.
Deeper. A humiliating, cracked noise squeaked out of my throat.
I wanted him so fucking bad. Wanted him any way, I didn’t care how.
His tongue, his fingers, his cock, on every and any inch of me.
I wanted him to stand up and strip his trousers off and show me his naked body.
I wanted him to fuck me. To eat me alive the way I’d once thought he would.
He moved his head the scantiest inch and placed his lips against my clitoris.
He could not have kissed my mouth more chastely. But I cried out and bucked, suddenly on the verge of coming. I felt my clitoris pulsing against his closed lips, desperate for his tongue, for him to suck on me. “If you lick me I’ll come,” I whispered. “I’ll come right away. I won’t last a second.”
“Beg me,” Hades whispered back.
“Are you fucking —”
“Please, goddess. Beg me. Beg me the way I had to beg you to save my people.”
“You beg,” I bit out. But there was no heat in it. If he didn’t make me come right fucking now I would beg. I wouldn’t be able to help it.
Hades breathed on my clit. “Let me lick you,” he whispered into me, almost too soft to hear. “Let me drink you in. Let me touch the sweet, hot inside of your body, goddess. Please. Let me feel you come.”
I ground my hips up toward his mouth, spreading my legs.
He moved his mouth away, keeping it a millimeter from my clit. I knew he was smiling.
Fuck.
“Okay,” I panted. “Fuck you. Lick me. Please. Put your fingers in me. Suck on my clit, Hades, fuck. Please. Please. I want it. Please. Fuck me with your tongue, fuck me with your cock. I fucking want it. Want you. Fucking please, just make me come, please —”
Hades groaned. He wrapped his lips around my clitoris again.
I could have sobbed in relief. But he didn’t use his tongue, not yet.
Instead he moved his closed, hot lips against me and slid a finger deep inside me.
I writhed, almost sobbing. Hades laughed against me — the sound vibrated and thrummed, and I cried out and jerked — before adding another finger, then a third.
I gasped. “You’re so fucking ready for me,” he murmured into my clit. “Nnngh. I can feel you throbbing.”
“I’ve been telling you I was ready for you.
” I was crying out, almost insane. I was twisting my hips, thrusting them into the air, trying deliriously to get his tongue on me.
His fingers slipped in and out of me, driving me out of my mind.
They weren’t enough. I needed more, more.
Fuck. “I ate that fucking fruit because I wanted you to fuck me so bad —”
In half a second Hades had surged up, slid down his waistband, and pushed his cock into me.
My orgasm slammed into me like a cannonball.
It was like being electrocuted. Hades’s sweet fucking cock wasn’t even all the way inside me and still I was coming, the walls of my core flexing and shuddering around him while he groaned and fucked me, harder and harder.
My spine arched like a bowstring. I screamed his name and he fucked me faster, babbling, Goddess, mütte, Persephone, Persephone.
Even when the impact of my orgasm started to subside, my clit still throbbed against his pelvis.
My body kept shuddering almost of its own accord. And still he was fucking me.
I felt like my brain had melted out of my ears. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t even manage to be embarrassed.
Then Hades stilled. He hadn’t orgasmed yet.
The effort it took him to stop was obviously enormous.
I looked dazedly at his wide-open eyes, his open mouth, his strong body quivering and drenched in humidity and sweat.
His pants were still fucking on, for Monarch’s sake. So were my boots. Monarch’s balls.
I was flat on my back and he was over me, his stomach on mine like it had been under the avalanche.
He closed his eyes and started to move again.
My core, my clit, my breasts, all sparked.
“Oh,” I breathed, even as my body started to move with him.
It was like I was a magnet, fated to follow his movements, every cell of me in synchronicity with him.
The second orgasm was building faster than I would have believed possible, rabid on the heels of the first. “Oh, Hades, no. It’s too much —”
“You want me to stop?” Hades panted.
I couldn’t even say No. The silky-smooth, thick, steel-hard length of him pumped into me, over and over, faster and faster, more erratic.
“I — I’m going to come again,” I managed.
I sucked the flesh of his shoulder, desperate for something to do with my mouth.
He groaned. My hands found the small of his back and clutched him, dragging him deeper into me. “Harder.”
Hades moaned and pressed his forehead to my collarbone. “Come for me, baby,” he gasped out. “Again. Come on.” And then: “Gonna make you come on my tongue after this.”
My blood caught fire at the thought. “Oh, no, no, no —”